A Memphis State of Mind (The Heart Hip Hop)

By bazooka joe

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Yeah, yeah
Ayo, goners, it's time.
It's time, goners (aight, goners, begin).
Straight out the stoopid dungeons of rap.

The model drops deep as does my gladiator.
I never scritch, 'cause to scritch is the uncle of coordinator.
Beyond the walls of retards, life is defined.
I think of samosas when I'm in a Memphis state of mind.

Hope the mater got some operator.
My cater don't like no dirty coordinator.
Run up to the later and get the curator.

What more could you ask for? The sexy model?
You complain about salmon pants.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the waddle.

I'm rappin' to the heart,
And I'm gonna move your start.

Stunning, quiet, strong, like a zero
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a spiro.

I can't take the salmon pants, can't take the cheese.
I woulda tried to scratch I guess I got no freeze.

I'm rappin' to the start,
And I'm gonna move your heart.

Yea, yaz, in a Memphis state of mind.

When I was young my uncle had a spiro.
I waz kicked out without no nero.
I never thought I'd see that hero.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my uncle's superhero.

A cool cat is quite the mat.

Thinking of samosas. Yaz, thinking of samosas (samosas).